You Can’t Argue With My St. Patrick’s Day Logic.

It’s St. Patrick’s Day, and I forgot to ask Jim to pick up cabbage to go with the corned beef (which I bought last week) when he did the grocery shopping on Saturday. I also forgot to ask J to pick up cabbage when he stopped on the way home from his girlfriend’s house to pick up the vanilla ice cream that I also forgot to ask Jim to pick up. I also forgot to pick up cabbage when I went out to pick up the egg rolls that Jim forgot (to go along with that night’s dinner of green curry chicken) AND that I forgot to ask J to pick up when he stopped to get the vanilla ice cream. Follow me?

So this afternoon, off to the store I went to pick up the cabbage. I brought home some holiday dessert too.

I just held it up and said to J, “Look what I got for St. Patrick’s Day dessert!”

J, totally puzzled: “Huh?”

Me, in an Irish accent: “Oreos!”

J: “Huh?”

I repeated, trying to impersonate the Lucky Charms leprechaun. “Oreos!”

J: “That makes no sense at all.”

Me: “Yes, it does. I was going to get the Oreos with the green filling for St. Patrick’s Day but they are mint-flavored, and you know your dad doesn’t like mint. So just (again in the Irish accent), OREOS!”

J, nodding: “Oh, okay. Now I get it.”